Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
MDC,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.